next is also sacred to herself and her ruling power, and consists in frequent, thorough examination of the state and order of the things committed to her. The third act is social, rendering her treasures available to the good of others. Daily intercourse with a cultivated mind, is the best method to rivet, refine and polish the hoarded gems of knowledge. Conversation with intelligent men, is eminently serviceable. For after all our exu'tation on the advancing state of female education, with the other sex will be found the wealth of classical knowledge and profound wisdom. If you have a parent, or older friend, who will at the close of each day kindly listen to what you have read, and help to fix in your memory the portions most worthy of regard, count it a privilege of no common value, and embrace it with sincere gratitude. LESSON LXXXVII. THE BROTHERS. WE ARE BUT Two-the others sleep We are but two-O let us keep Heart leaps to heart-the sacred flood That good old man-his honest blood We in one mother's arms were locked- In the same cradle we were rocked, Our boyish sports were all the same, Let manhood keep alive the flame, WE ARE BUT Two-be that the band Shoulder to shoulder let us stand, I SAW the infant cherub-soft it lay, As it was wont, within its cradle, now Decked with sweet smelling flowers. A sight so strange Filled my young breast with wonder, and I gazed I bent me down to look into its eyes, But they were closed; then softly clasped its hand; But mine it would not clasp. What should I do? "Wake, brother, wake!" I then, impatient, cried; "Open thine eyes, and look on me again !" He would not hear my voice. All pale beside My weeping mother sat, "and gazed and looked To know I sought not. For the words so sad I felt a pang unknown before; and tears, LESSON LXXXIX. GENIUS WAKING. SLUMBER'S heavy chain hath bound thee— Where is now thy fire ? Feebler wings are gathering round thee Shall they hover higher? Can no power, no spell recall thee From inglorious dreams? O, could glory so appal thee With his burning beams! Thine was once the highest pinion In the midway air; With a proud and sure dominion, Like the herald, winged with lightning, From the Olympian throne, Ever mounting, ever brightening, Thou wert there alone. Where the pillared props of heaven Where no darkling clouds are driven, From that cloudless region stooping, Up again undaunted soaring, Thou didst pierce the cloud, When the warring winds were roaring Fearfully and loud Hark! his rustling plumage gathers Closer to his side, Close, as when the storm-bird weathers Ocean's hurrying tide Now his nodding beak is steady Wide his burning eye Now his opening wings are ready, And his aim-how high! Now he curves his neck, and proudly Now is stretched for flight Hark! his wings-they thunder loudly, LESSON XC. THE YANKEE MARKSMAN. LORD PERCY, with his regiment, firing at a target on Boston Common. JONATHAN, an awkward looking country boy, that had outgrown his jacket and trowsers. Percy. Now, my boys, for à trial of your skill! Imagine the mark to be a,Yankee; and here is a guinea for whoever hits his heart. [Jonathan draws near to see the trial; and when the first soldier fires, and misses, he slaps his hand on his thigh, and laughs immoderately. Lord Percy notices him. When the second· soldier fires, and misses, Jonathan throws up his old hat, and laughs again.] Percy, [very crossly]. Why do you laugh, fellow? Jonathan. To think how safe the Yankees you must know. are; if Percy. Why, do you think you could shoot better? Jonathan. I don't know; I could try. Percy. Give him a gun, soldier, and you may re turn the fellow's laugh. |